I sit hunched over my keyboard
pouring over the work I know so well
looking for mistakes and errors I never seem to find
despite my certainty they are there.
The familiar landscape flows past
with no interruptions from bothersome typos
or awkward passages to break my stride.
My sight is obscured by rote knowledge.
My journey is safe, predictable.
I only see what I expect to see.
No new ground will be crossed,
the path is well known, the road well traveled.
How small my world is!
I have constructed a world that encases me
in a shell made of my own beliefs.
Never finding anything but what I know I shall.
Where is that bright horizon,
that unknown road that leads past
my well-fortified borders
and out into the open sky?
Can it be found at all?
Is there a way past my small world
to places I didn’t know existed?
How can I see past my own reality?
I look, never finding,
knowing it exists.
It is all around me,
but out of my reach.
Does the path start from without or from within?
How may I take that first step
away from my cloistered world
towards that bright horizon?
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